Last March, I hitched a ride to Munich to be photographed by Andreas Neubauer. I say ‘be photographed by’ rather than ‘shoot with’ or ‘model for’, because this time the whole thing really felt more like he was taking my portrait. Maybe I was modelling as myself.
I still behaved the same way in front of the camera as I would when modelling, but Andreas’s speciality is celebrity portraits and he persuaded me to come and do the session by drawing my attention to his impressive portfolio of portraits he has made of actors, actresses and directors, some of my favourites among them. He also persuaded me not to wear make-up, which probably affected the way I wielded my face and definitely made a difference to the appearance of the images. Andreas’s method involved keeping me on my toes from dawn till dusk for two or three days, perhaps so that eventually my true self started shining through. Oh and his method also involved not letting me see the pictures. At all. I’m sure that too had an effect on how I modelled. And he sang songs.
These pictures may look like modeling photos, and i suppose they are. They have themes and props and costumes and poses and suchlike. But they will also always feel like portraits, for me, because of the pretext and circumstances under which they were made.
- “no photos please.”
- exploring the concept of clothing with myself
- “[insert deep thought here]”
- “we come in peace. shoot to kill, shoot to kill”
- some slight apprehension
- your canonical art nude leap
- my psychotically upbeat nude portrait. “allo there!”
- Aha and there is one where I’m wearing make-up because that was part of the costume: the sulky princess who’s a mess. I can’t comment on whether it’s a portrait of me or not.